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The source of gold, little girl.

The source of gold that makes people happy around you.

The source of gold that you've been looking for everywhere,

is in your heart, little girl.

In your heart.

What does that mean?

It means that...

I don't know.

That the source of gold is...

Love.

I suppose.

Can you come for a second?

It means you can make people happy with love, right?

The story doesn't say.

I talked to Christine this morning.

How is she doing?

She wants me to take over her uncle's grocery.

It's a big business.

You'll be able to offer me a discount.

It's in Brittany.

You can't take Léonor to Brittany.

Listen, I've been patient since I came back a year ago.

I kept proposing we start from scratch

and you turned your back on me.

You even said you didn't love me.

I need to move on.

But not in Brittany.

I won't let you.

Suzanne...

I didn't want it to get to this, but...

You're the adulterous wife of a war prisoner.

We'll get divorced and I'll get custody of Léonor.

You don't love Christine.

The woman I love hates me.

Tell me you love me and I won't go to Brittany.

No.

I can't tell you that. We're over.

You'll see her whenever you want.

Just let us know.

A French Town

Under Arrest

- Where's Sophie? - She's with David.

You had a fight?

The food delivery turned bad.

They said they would give us flour and milk, but...

They didn't.

A guy saw piles of food behind a curtain and...

We ended up fighting.

I didn't manage to get any.

We'll tighten our belts.

Yes.

We won't hold out much longer.

What do you want to do?

I'm thinking about Palestine more and more. Seriously.

There's a relocation center for Jewish people in Lyon.

We could ask for a transfer to Palestine.

I hear it's a long, difficult process.

But I think it's worth the shot.

I would like to go there with Sophie,

along with you and David.

I can't talk about that now.

Why not? The kids are sleeping.

We can't keep putting off an important discussion.

It's OK if you don't want to.

I'll be unhappy, but at least I'll know.

Jean!

Come here.

Jean, come here, please.

I think you two have met.

I didn't know what his first name was.

It's the most popular name at the social services office.

You know it comes from a Hebrew name.

Really?

"Yohanan".

It means "Lord has mercy".

I hope it's true.

I don't know what we're going to do. What a mess.

Well, well! What a disorder.

Agitators and collaborators are setting the population against us.

We were looking for you. Where have you been?

- I've been busy. - Doing what?

That is none of your business.

Good militants don't have a personal life.

I'm not a good militant. Everybody knows that.

Did the Gaullist boy dump you?

Personal life is always disappointing.

You get carried away but in the end,

you suffer or you get bored.

So what's the use?

Sometimes it's nice.

Besides, you're married.

Do you tell your wife that personal life is disappointing?

She died two months ago.

What?

She was arrested with two comrades in Annecy.

She threw herself out of the window to avoid speaking.

Your wife died and you didn't tell anyone?

There was no point.

She died for her ideal. Our ideal.

That's what beautiful about this,

having an ideal,

knowing that millions of people share the same ideal,

fighting to make it prevail.

We may not make it, but it's worth the fight.

Marcel knew that.

And he died.

Your wife died, too.

Your ideal takes lives.

Well, what do you want?

To feel sorry for yourself or to fight?

This party doesn't need defeatists.

Especially now that we've won.

You're right. Give me something to do.

The party has assigned me a mission, to conquer the city hall

when the elections take place.

We need to get rid of Bériot.

He wants to be mayor.

We should get rid of him, yes. But how?

You have contacts at the police station.

Oh, no.

Don't ask me to manipulate Antoine.

Look... Don't let your personal life interfere with your fight.

It's out of the question.

You're really...

Maybe I could...

I could get a few tips without asking Antoine.

Discreetly?

Yes, discreetly.

Perfect.

There must be something

at the police station to do with Bériot or his wife.

There were rumors in 1941.

You're going to root around and you'll find something.

Alright?

I can only watch the situation, sir.

- I don't have personnel. - What's the matter?

Stores are being plundered,

there are no medicines, drinkable water,

blankets, beds.

People are angry.

Some even say it was better under Vichy.

It's amazing how people soon forget.

I'm waiting for the new ration cards.

Cards are not exactly nourishing.

It's the promise of eating.

Tell me...

I've been told you're in a relationship with...

I mean...

- This is the liberation. - Precisely.

You're the chief of police. You must set an example.

Is that why you came?

No.

Jeannine Schwartz has been abducted.

- Really? - Yes.

Anselme and Raoul were seen at the place.

Who cares about her?

She got you into a fine mess.

It's a matter of principles.

The purge must be done properly.

Rescue that woman quickly. Gently, though.

That won't calm down the population.

Letting them unwind won't help the matter either.

Rita, he can't stay. It's too dangerous for us.

I have money if you want.

Money, right... Because Jews only think about money.

Everybody thinks about money.

He can stay at least until tonight.

If you ask me, yes.

I'm asking you.

Very well.

What's going to happen tonight?

A guy is going to come from the other side of the street.

He can help me get to Spain.

Come on.

You know where the food is.

I wasn't in charge of that.

Who did you buy from when you threw your parties?

Illegal sellers, like everybody else.

What exactly do you want from me?

- We're going to judge you. - You have no right.

Right is a ration of power, Mrs. Schwartz.

Did you have the right to celebrate

while the Krauts were torturing partisans?

Did you have the right to get rich repairing their panzers?

But you did it anyway.

Because you had the power.

The power of collaborators and Germans.

The wind has changed, Mrs. Schwartz.

Be accountable for your actions.

Take me to a police station

or a court. I want a lawyer.

None of that is working yet.

I would say it has the flu.

And we're the medicine.

- Bring the cop! - Come on. Move.

Get up.

Walk.

You! Do you know the Schwartz woman?

Yes.

Tell us what business she was in.

- I don't know. - You'd better know.

I'm just a regular cop. A plain clothes police officer.

I was just doing my job. Besides, I have a wife and kids.

The bastard's going to make us cry.

Stop! Stop, damn it!

We're not supposed to kill them.

The gun went off by itself.

Tell us about the money you made with the Krauts.

You could at least close his eyes.

Go close his eyes.

No!

No!

Well? Tell us about that money.

Every... entrepreneur... worked with the Krauts.

We didn't have a choice.

How much did you earn?

With the panzers and camouflage nettings?

I don't... I don't know.

Don't take me for a fool.

Well?

Approximately how much money did you make between 1940 and 1944?

Probably...

5...

or 6 millions.

Good God!

Where's all that money?

It's in... different places. Banks.

Right.

We'll go to all those places,

you'll take your money

and buy us some food.

But there's no food anywhere.

There is for those who have money.

It's going to take a while... to take all the money out.

We don't have time, stupid bitch!

I have orders to take that lady back.

- Orders from who? - The Prefect.

That is, the government of the Republic.

We don't acknowledge that government.

Let's calm down. Do you have a written order?

You're interested in paperwork now?

Oh, shit. That guy is a fellow police officer.

We're not here for that.

- What happened to him? - He tried to run away.

It's cold-blooded murder of a disarmed man.

We're not here for that.

Why don't we shoot?

Because that's Antoine, chief of the Maquis.

Who killed him? Why?

Shut up!

I'll take them out.

Stop the crap! Obey orders.

- She's not going. - Shut up!

They're laying us down!

They killed a cop.

He was on the run.

- He was a cop. - Drop it.

I'll put my gun down.

Loriot, do the same.

If you want to stay with me, you'll have to act faster.

I'm going to get that woman.

If you do anything to stop me...

you will be arrested...

and taken to court for high treason.

If I'm not here,

my successor will do it.

Anselme! What do we do?

We can't let him do it.

Come with me.

Damn, Anselme!

- They'll kill us. - Shut up.

Anselme! Have you lost your balls or what?

This isn't over.

Quiet, please! Silence!

May we begin?

First of all, I would like to thank Mr. Prefect

for his visit.

It's always a pleasure to come to the CDL.

The CDL is the spirit of the Resistance.

And the Resistance is the spirit of France.

I would like to inform you that tomorrow will take place

a big ceremony for the patriots

who were hanged by the Germans and the militiamen,

like Marie Germain.

Excellent idea.

Thank you, sir. I hope you will join us.

I certainly will.

Mr. Prefect, may I ask you why your police...

It's the Police of France.

Why are you putting all the effort into liberating collaborators

instead of arresting them?

Marchetti is allegedly in town.

I'm glad to hear that Mrs. Schwartz was liberated.

But collaborators must be arrested and judged.

You support the outlaws

who are abducting people?

Of course not.

There is a purge commission.

It's an independent entity.

In appearance! You control it.

I'll agree if it says that Mrs. Schwartz must be arrested.

The same goes for Marchetti.

You kept his assistant in place.

Inspector Loriot is a competent man. He is irreproachable.

You know...

technical competence...

has no political color.

Everything's political.

Food supplies, for instance...

of which you're in charge,

are a total disaster.

There has been riots,

a baby starved to death,

stores were plundered,

a case of food poisoning due to expired products.

It's not his fault!

Meanwhile, your men and women are going

door to door to take inventory of the people's needs.

It's the only way to ensure a democratic distribution.

There's nothing to distribute, sir.

Your people should be

looking for food.

Every food supply plan must...

take inventory of the needs.

We know the needs: people are hungry.

Not only do your people interrogate the locals about their needs,

but they also try

to make them join a certain political party.

Are you contesting our political freedom?

I'm contesting your ability to deal with food supply.

As a result, I'm removing you from the mission I had entrusted you with.

I thus announce my decision to designate a civil administrator

who will take care of health, food supplies and lodging matters.

May I know who that rare bird is?

Daniel Larcher.

It must be a joke.

The purge committee has given me their endorsement.

Larcher has always been a generous human being.

He cares for the people and has experience.

That's what we need today.

What do you want, Suzanne?

I'm sure you want something from me.

You're exaggerating.

Even our affair in 1941.

And to think I believed in you.

I chose you among all the other cops.

Of course you did. You chose the dumbest one.

I chose the nicest one.

The one with the best moustache.

What do you want?

Information.

About...?

Bériot... Or his wife.

Rumor has it that she had an affair with a Kraut.

There's probably something in your archives.

You want me to go through the garbage cans?

What's wrong with you?

Bériot is a pest.

He's helping the traitors and burying the Resistance.

Yes, but Bériot is my boss.

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be here.

Why would I cause harm to him?

You think I'm a fool.

Antoine's with the sister of a militiaman.

- She's the sister of a militiaman? - Yes.

Alban something.

You saved the guy at the trial.

God, I'm so stupid.

Right. Listen...

I'm going to do what you're asking.

For the hell of it.

As a souvenir of the good times.

But that's all.

My contact is late. Something's wrong.

- Do you have a plan B? - No.

I'm going to see where he is.

You shouldn't go out.

What does he look like?

He's short, almost bald, with glasses.

OK. I'll take a look.

If I find him, I'll bring him here.

Thank you.

I hope you pay well.

Just kidding.

The kids are sleeping.

You're going to Palestine?

With a guy you barely know?

Why not?

He's nice. And I can feel he's generous.

Clearly, I'm neither one nor the other.

Jean...

I will never forget you. But you are not nice.

He may be all that, but you don't love him.

Listen, to love or not to love...

integrity is all that counts for me.

Integrity?

Integrity was to get somewhere safe, all alone,

and then meet me after a couple of months, as we had said.

I wanted to see you.

I'm alone, Rita.

I'm alone in the world.

That is no excuse for putting us in danger.

If you loved us, you would've considered it.

I can't think about everything.

I'm in love.

At least tell me you care about me.

You know I do.

There's no one...

except for three FFI handing out blankets.

We need to go to the store, then.

Tell me where it is.

No, he doesn't know you. You should go.

He knows me?

He has a picture of you and your name.

Because... I somehow thought she would come with me.

I'll go then.

Don't.

Ezéchiel...

the world has changed.

I'm a Jew, I have no papers. I'm safe.

Give me the address.

We have nothing.

Food doesn't just vanish. Where's the black market?

The traffickers are on the run... or hiding somewhere.

Ah! Larcher!

- I have good news. - Well, I don't.

Hortense is in Villeneuve.

In jail?

At home. She's under house arrest.

Tell her not to go out until further notice.

She doesn't go unnoticed.

Take a seat.

What is going to happen to her?

The purge committee will examine her case.

She should be fine,

considering your new position.

Thank you for trusting me, especially in this context.

You've helped me recover

my taste for collective action.

I'm going to need quick results.

- You're talking like a Prefect. - I learn fast.

Hector, please.

Do you have a plan?

As for healthcare,

the Sainte-Marie sisters will help us.

Are they going to pray?

They are more than 30 qualified nurses.

They have a pharmacy with penicillin.

Well done.

Regarding the lodging, there's a secret army warehouse.

Near Moissey.

The FFI left tents and camp beds.

There's enough room for 300 people.

I told you he was good.

What about the food?

I don't have a solution.

Too good to be true.

But I know someone who might help us.

Who?

Why didn't Bériot come in person?

He can't be seen with you.

Not officially.

But he can be seen with you?

Do you want some tea?

Yes. Thank you.

You and I are seemingly different.

What about you? Do you see a difference?

Listen...

We'll talk about that when we retire.

When we retire?

I'll be dismissed. I'll have no retirement.

I'm nothing but a civil servant.

I'm sorry.

See?

Don't worry.

I have no savings, Larcher.

I'm not even sure I'll be able to keep this room.

If you want to improve your situation,

help me find food. I need lots of it, as soon as possible.

What do I win, concretely?

Bériot's gratitude.

That's vague.

What do you want?

A safe-conduct to Switzerland...

and, in the short term, a good dinner every night.

That shouldn't be a problem.

There is indeed a warehouse

full of food:

ham, sausages, cheese,

canned food and jam... Tons and tons of food.

Enough to feed a thousand people for a week.

That'd be great.

The owner - a Doriotist - was killed

by the FTP last week

and I believe his family ran away without

emptying the place.

Where is it?

Come back with the safe-conduct and a good dinner,

and I'll take you there. Just you.

I won't trust anyone else.

Any news on Marchetti?

Negative, no.

Everybody says he's here but there's no trace.

What's that?

Nothing. It's... I'm filing some things.

It's important that we keep our files in order.

Antoine! Why was Mrs. Schwartz released?

We have nothing against her. At least, nothing official.

But she was anti-Resistance, anti-Jewish, anti-everything.

She said awful things publicly many times.

We can't just arrest every person

who said awful things at some time or another.

Half of France would be in jail.

We could at least eliminate the real trash.

We can't. We obey our hierarchy.

That's exactly what we reproached the old cops for!

Well, you were wrong.

A cop follows orders.

It's like the army.

If you question the orders, you're out.

Even if the hierarchy asks you to do disgusting things?

If you stay with us,

you'll have to arrest many people.

Are you going to question every case?

You'll get a headache. Justice belongs to the judges.

We're the police.

Judges are no better than us.

Those who sentence the traitors also sentenced the partisans.

Think about it.

- Hi. - Did you miss the train?

Yes.

I was going to the café to have a Viandox.

You though you'd find a Viandox here?

On my way out,

I heard people fighting.

I saw a dozen men, all armed.

FFI or FTP?

I don't know. But I recognized the guy

who was the first president of the court-martial.

They want to take over the police station.

They said they'd kill the militiamen

and play the role of police.

They also said they can't trust you,

Bério, Larcher and you.

They're lumping us all together?

Antoine, they're not fooling around.

They're encouraging themselves.

They won't do anything.

They set up a meeting with others this afternoon.

What do you think?

We need to be careful.

Those things can get out of hand.

People are calling the Liberation into question.

Nobody knows where we're going.

Fernand?

Are you willing to help me? To really help me?

Or do you want to join them?

You know I won't walk out on you.

A lot of people died because of those words.

Go to the monument to the fallen.

Mingle with the group,

listen carefully

and let us know.

I want you.

Please... we won't see each other for weeks.

I'm going to walk this lady. I'll be back in an hour.

Yes, sir.

What do you want?

I'm happy to see you, too.

Can I come in?

You look tired.

I haven't slept in two days.

What can I do for you?

I want to know where Heinrich is.

I mean, what can I do for you, here and now.

Are you hungry?

He didn't help you escape. I did.

You?

Things change, Hortense.

Bériot designated me as administrator.

Some will recognize that what I did

was not that bad.

It wasn't that bad.

What were you expecting? A medal?

No, not a medal.

I don't want to be called a traitor.

They should acknowledge...

You're not interested in what I'm saying.

Why are other people's opinions so important to you?

Nobody but you can judge your actions.

Of course you don't care about other people's opinions...

Will you get me some news about Heinrich?

- No. - To know if he's alive.

You're going too far!

I'll look for him myself, then.

No.

Get off me.

You can't leave the house for the moment.

You will be arrested.

Bériot was emphatic.

You must be happy.

Why?

You managed to make me your prisoner.

Do you have something for me?

You were the dumbest.

At your service.

What else do you have?

I went through all the files.

Nothing on Bériot.

- Nothing? - Nothing.

Except that, in 1941, he was suspected of being a partisan.

That's not enough.

What about his wife?

Nothing suggests an affair with a Kraut.

She even helped the Resistance.

And might even get a medal.

You really have nothing. Is that why you brought me flowers?

No, I brought them because I love your eyes.

I do have something on someone else, though.

And it's better than if it was about Bériot.

I'm going to miss you.

I'll miss you too.

But you'll be safer at your grandmother's.

Besides, in a few weeks...

What are we going to do?

I don't know.

But we'll see.

Will you come to see me?

There's a guest room.

Maybe.

Just "maybe"?

You know...

I'm going to have lots to do at the station.

It's chaos.

Besides, if Marchetti's in Villeneuve,

I'll need to find him.

- He's a funny guy. - Yes. Funny.

You know him?

He was at the station the other day with the militiamen,

waiting for the train.

Really?

He killed the German major.

What? Why would he do that?

So the Germans wouldn't kill the Jews.

That's not possible.

I saw him during the gunfire.

He killed the German officer and rescued a Jewish woman.

A brunette with a baby. He took them with him.

I know who that is.

Rita Wittemberg, a.k.a de Witte.

She was arrested with the Jews in 1942.

Jean... I mean, Marchetti, fell for her.

They lived together for a while, then something happened

and she left for Switzerland.

That's her.

Wait, I think...

I've seen this woman recently.

You saw her?

At the Liberation ball.

She was dancing with a man. Curly, brown hair,

wearing glasses.

Marchetti wasn't just looking for a place to hide

when he broke into the lodging office.

He was looking for her.

See if this Rita made a lodging request recently.

If she did, we'll go see her.

If she didn't, we'll have to find the guy she was dancing with.

Do you have the pictures of the men who were arrested in 42?

Hello, Hervé.

You have a talent for silencing everyone.

You could help the teachers at school.

It'd be your personal revenge.

So...

I would like Dr. Larcher to present his plan

to the CDL

and the former city council.

Larcher.

Hello, everyone.

I know many people around this table,

especially the members of the city council.

I salute you.

I'm very proud to be working with you.

We'll tackle three issues:

food supply, lodging, healthcare.

I have a solution to propose.

Impressive.

- As for the food... - Just a minute.

Do you support this plan, sir?

Absolutely. It's brilliant.

And you trust Dr. Larcher to implement it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be here.

So you trust him.

Of course. What's the problem?

The problem is

that Daniel Larcher,

Daniel Larcher, who was designated - and not elected -

as the mayor of Villeneuve in 1940,

Daniel Larcher

was also an informant of the German police,

Heinrich Müller, to be precise.

Oh, please.

This document...

- that fell into our hands by chance - proves it.

Daniel Larcher was in a cell with his brother Marcel,

a hero of the Resistance.

Heinrich Müller released him on November 8, 1943,

after writing in red ink

"informant of the German police".

Defend yourself, Larcher.

That's not true.

It was... It was a ploy to get me out.

A ploy?

Whose ploy?

Speak, Larcher.

Heinrich Müller's.

You all know that he was my wife's lover.

He felt compelled to help me.

You're putting the city in the hands of an informant.

I won't let you!

An informant of the German forces,

who let his brother die

and then had a feast with Müller and Hortense

and God knows who else.

Mr. Prefect,

our fallen are turning in their graves.

- It's not... - Shut up, Larcher.

I would like to thank the CDL for this information

that I wasn't aware of.

Larcher is removed from his position.

This is unfair.

Larcher...

You are now under house arrest.

You'll be judged as soon as possible.

I will find a suitable person to pick up the city.

This sitting is closed.

- How could you do that? - I didn't do anything.

- It's Müller's fault. - That's even worse.

You betrayed my trust. You should've told me.

I'd forgotten.

A bogus paper, a bogus signature.

You don't live in the real world.

I can't help you.

Without me, you can kiss your supplies goodbye.

Your inconsistencies could cost me my position.

Go home. Go to Hortense's.

There's nothing I can do.

We had an agreement.

But I didn't know you were an informant.

You and Hortense will have to bear the consequences.

Why didn't you tell me before?

Do you want me to tell who's sleeping in your house?

As you wish. That man is gone.

She's been gone for an hour. Something's wrong.

You said it was 20 minutes away.

She must've been delayed.

Honestly, you shouldn't have come.

Don't worry. I'll be gone for good.

Will you acknowledge David?

If Rita asks me to.

Are you going to do everything she asks?

It will do her some good.

Police! Open the door!

Go with the kids.

- Mr. Kohn? - Yes.

Sorry to bother you.

Do you live alone?

My daughter's resting over there.

Weren't you a cop in 1942?

We're looking for a woman.

Rita Wittenberg, or De Witte.

- Do you know her? - No.

- Are you sure? - I have a good memory.

You were seen dancing with her at the Liberation ball.

I danced with many women.

I didn't ask their names.

This is her.

Yes, I remember her.

Her name's Rita?

She's a good dancer.

Do you know where she may be?

No idea.

Did she do something wrong?

Is the cap yours?

That's my lucky cap.

I mean... I don't wear it at home.

If you see Mrs. de Witte,

let us know.

Yes.

- Mr. Kohn. - Goodbye.

Alright?

I'll go get Rita.

You need to go ASAP.

You're too dangerous.

I'd like to say goodbye to her.

I can't take David with me.

Can you stay with him for a couple of hours?

Of course.

OK. We're going.

I'm alone.

I got rid of the kid.

I told him I had some errands to run.

Why are you here, then?

You don't have much time.

The kid is smart.

He'll find Rita de Witte.

Plus, he recognized your cap.

I don't remember when I gave it to you.

Christmas 1941.

Why didn't you turn me in?

It could've helped your career.

Well, I have principles, unlike some people.

You're talking about me?

You don't betray a friend, no matter how stupid he is.

Are you kidding? You turned me in to Chassagne.

That's different.

Different?

It doesn't matter.

How did you save your job?

I was lucky.

Is there a spot for a former RG cop?

Excellent track records...

Mom!

Mom!

Mom...

It's Dad, David.

Shush... Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Shush... Calm down.

Mom...

You could sing him a song.

I don't know any songs.

You must know one.

I want my mom.

Marshal, here we are

Before you, the savior of France

We our guys promise you

To serve you and to follow your steps

Nice job.

I think he's calm now.

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